Just as they were hesitating, someone's happy singing came from the store, and many people joined the chorus loudly. They listened to the exciting tune and quickly made up their minds and jumped off the horse.

It sounds like after a song is finished, the guests in the hotel will also give it warm applause and cheer. This cheerful atmosphere is obviously very consistent with the Hobbit who holds the banquet.

They led the horse into the arch, letting them eat grass in the yard, while the group walked up the steps. Frodo almost bumped into a bald and red-faced short man. He was wearing a white apron and was rushing out of another door with a full plate of wine glasses.

"We want to-" Frodo said.

"Wait, I'll be here later!" the man turned around and shouted, then was submerged among the crowded customers and the smoke. Before Frodo could even look for his traces, he saw that he came out of the crowd like a magic trick to look at the new guests.

"Good evening, dear gentlemen! It was a shame for me just now, but as you can see, my hotel business is really too busy." He bowed. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

When Frodo suddenly guessed his identity when he heard the short and fat man in front of him, he asked:

"We are here to stay in the hotel. We have four people and five ponies. If we can accommodate ours here, we can pay to check in. I also asked curiously, are you Mr. Cream?"

"That's right! My name is Baalman. Baalman - Creambo is waiting for your dispatch! Listen to the accent, it seems that all the distinguished guests are coming from Charles. Oh my God, I haven't heard this nostalgic Charles accent for a long time." He suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he had remembered something. "I'm honored to be able to personally entertain all the Hobbit guests from Charles." He shouted. "I seem to have forgotten something! Sir, can I ask your honorary name?"

"This is Mr. Tuc and Mr. Deer," Frodo said; "this is Sam Janji. My surname is the mountain at the foot of the mountain."

"Oh no!" Creambo's fingers whispered. "I almost remembered what I forgot, but almost instantly I forgot again. Look at my bad memory. Oh. By the way, when it comes to your accommodation questions, my answer is of course no problem. Although my Yuema Hotel has been doing a lot recently, who made you happen to be guests from Charles? I haven't seen people coming from Charles all the time over the years. If you can't entertain you well, it would be rude. Of course, before we check in, please allow me to talk about the warm reminder of this hotel. Recently, there seem to be some lively events in the wilderness. Anyway, there are quite a lot of guests who check in to the hotel. Therefore, if you think the lobby is very noisy at night, please forgive me!"

"Hey! Norber!" he shouted. "Where have you, a slow lazy guy, hiding? Norber!"

"Here, boss! Come!" A smiling Hobbit ran out from another door. The Hobbit guy in a standard hotel waiter-like costume seemed very curious about Frodo and others. Almost the first time he was called by the boss, his eyes were fixed on everyone's clothes and dressed constantly.

"Where is Bo Bao?" the owner asked at the top of his voice. "Don't you know? Go and find him for me! Well, the hotel's lively business has been so busy that it has exhausted me, the boss. Noble, you want to work for me quickly. Noble, don't you? Now, please let Bo Bao sort out the situation in the stable for me and make some room for the horses of these guests!" Noble shook his eyes at the boss and walked away with a smile.

"Ah, where did I just talk about?" Creamy Bo asked, knocking on his forehead. "The busier I get more and more messy. I was so busy that night. A group of guys actually walked from the south to Green Avenue into the village last night. It was strange enough. Tonight, another group of dwarf brigades who were going to the west stayed here. Now it's you again. If you are not Hobbits, maybe we can't squeeze out the empty space. Fortunately, there are several rooms in the North Room that were built specifically for Hobbits. They usually like to live on the first floor with round windows, and all the arrangements are tailor-made for them. I think you should want to have supper. Come here soon. Please here!"

He led them along the corridor for a while, and then opened a doorway. "This is a room specially provided for Hobbit travelers like all guests to rest! Of course, everyone will also be served directly in this room. The kitchen guys in this hotel are awesome! I believe you will be very satisfied." He said. "Okay, if you don't need anything else, I will leave first. I have to run to the kitchen quickly. Being a hotel owner is so tired. Every day, you have to try your best to receive every guest who comes to the hotel, and you have to run up and down to handle all the chores in the hotel. Forget it, the kitchen guys are calling me again. If you want something, shaking the bell, Norber will come over. If he doesn't come, he will shaking and shouting!"

This kind hotel owner is a very talkative person. Even when facing Frodo's first-time guests, the enthusiastic boss can still talk nonstop, from the weather to the precautions for living in the hotel. His chattering and talking made Frodo stunned.

It was not until even the same talkative Meili couldn't bear it anymore that the hotel owner bowed to everyone and took a break.

As everyone watched the hotel owner leave, he was relieved after being tortured by his moans. After sitting on the lounge chair for a while, Frodo leisurely patrolled everything in the room.

I have to say that although the kind hotel owner nagged, his introduction to the characteristics of his hotel room was the truth, without any lying. Even though he had been used to living in the bag-bottom pit with excellent light for so many years, this room can be regarded as a very comfortable thing for Frodo.

The beds in the room were covered with linen sheets in cold winter and hot summer, and a long oak dining table was specially placed next to the coffee table. There was a big rattle on the table. However, the Hobbit waiter Norber rushed in before they could even think of it. He sent in a few candles and a large tray of tableware.

"A few guests, have you ever needed some drinks?" he asked. "I have already ordered the kitchen to prepare dinner for you. Do you have any food and food precautions? Or do you have any special service needs? You can also tell me now."

The Hobbit people shook their heads at all without hesitation for this meticulous waiter.

After asking about the location of the bathroom in the hotel, they put down their luggage and rushed to wash.

After washing away all the dust, Sam happily took out a bottle of wine from somewhere. Everyone happily took out their quilts and drank happily. At this time, Creambo and Norber came in again. In less than a minute, the dining table was laid out.

The dinner prepared by the hotel for Frodo and others included a can of butter soup, fried mushroom slices, half a piece of freshly cut ham, three long white bread and a large piece of brie cheese. These are all traditional foods that the Charles love most, and when they are served, they have received unanimous praise from everyone.

The owner lingered for a moment and finally surrendered to the guests. "If you have finished your meal, you can go to our hall for fun," he said at the door. "Or you can go to bed and rest directly. If you want to relax, everyone will welcome you. To be honest, we rarely see guests from Charles in Buli. Everyone is very curious about your arrival. We really want to hear the news there, or any stories and songs you think of. Of course, what I said is just a reference, and the guests will decide for themselves. If you need anything, just ring the bell and call Nober!"

They had a great meal. After they had enough food, almost everyone was excited to go to the lobby to refer to the owner's suggestion. In the end, only Meili volunteered to stay in the room to rest.

Before appearing, Merry deliberately told his friends, "You seem a little too excited! No matter what fun people in the hall have to have fun, don't forget to hide your true identity. Don't forget that we have just walked out of the territory of Charles, but don't make strange moves that violate our identity and expose Frodo's real surname. In that case, we will be really in danger."

"Okay!" said Pipin. "I know, you nagging old hobbit, we will be wary, let it go!"

Seeing Pipin's red cheeks, Frodo couldn't help but worry about whether he was a mistake when he went to the lobby to play. It seemed that his friends who were traveling with him seemed to be drunk because of the bottle of wine he had just drunk. To be honest, this is not a good thing!

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When he arrived at the lobby of the hotel, Frodo and others were shocked by the lively scene in the hall.

The "everyone" mentioned by the owner stayed in the lobby of the hotel.

The lighting in the hall is not good, at least it is provided by the light provided by several oil lamps placed in the bright room of Frodo and others.

After struggling hard and blinking for a while, Frodo noticed that the oil lamp on the ceiling had long been obscured by some oil smoke - the reason for the poor night light in the hall was also from this.

The kind-hearted inn owner Baalman Creampo, who had invited Frodo and others to come to the hall for fun, stood by the fireplace and was talking to several short dwarf-like guests. On the bench nearby, there were all kinds of guests: Buli's humans, a group of local hobbits, and several dwarfs; there were also several figures of Mön Lake sitting quietly in the dark corner in the distance.

As soon as the hobbits from Charles approached the hall, the locals welcomed them warmly.

Under the introduction of the hotel owner, Frodo and others became familiar with many hotel guests who raised their glasses to express their welcome. Among them, Frodo even heard a lot of Hobbit's surnames. It happened that there were a few family members from Shidedo here. They thought that as long as the surnames were the same, they would probably have some relatives. Therefore, they treated Frodo as a distant relative who had been missing for a long time.

In fact, the Hobbits of Buri were not only friendly, but also liked to get to the bottom of it. Frodo soon discovered that he had to explain the purpose of the trip. Therefore, he used his brain and said the reasons he had prepared in advance on the way: he had created a writer who liked to study geography and history for himself. He and his friends wanted to collect some information about the Hobbit residents outside the Charles, and he was particularly interested in the situation in the east.

As soon as he heard this, everyone rushed to interrupt. If Frodo really wanted to write a book, he would definitely hear all kinds of news from these enthusiastic Hobbit compatriots and other guests who liked to join the heated discussion.

After a while of heat, since Frodo did not show his desire to write on the spot, the Hobbit people began to inquire about the news about Charles. Frodo didn't want to talk much, so he had to sit alone in the corner and take the opportunity to look at the situation around him.

Most humans and dwarves are discussing the recent major events, and Frodo has been very familiar with these bad news. For example, those human towns near the distant dark place have not had a good time. Many towns and villages that have been prosperous in the past have been attacked and even burned by the orc army, which indirectly led to the emergence of many human refugees.

The residents of Buli sympathized with them, but it was obvious that they were not ready to squeeze many strangers in this small place. Among the hotel guests, there were also critics who liked to speak loudly after being drunk: "If no one had settled them, they would find a way for themselves. They had the right to make a living like everyone else," he shouted. The residents seemed unhappy.

The Hobbits were not very concerned about this, because the topics that the hotel guests talked about so far are far away from him. Unless he heard the news of the Dark Horse Knight with his own ears, he would not do anything even if he cared too much about the news.

As for other guests, they gradually lost interest in talking to Frodo through his taciturnity. Therefore, they were still more interested in Sam and Pipin.

These two guys are now talking big, describing the current situation of Charles. Pipin vividly describes the collapse of the roof of the municipal cave in Michuk Cave, making people laugh. Will, the mayor of Michuk Cave, is the fattest guy in Charles West District, buried under a large lump of lime. When he was rescued, he looked like a big dumpling covered with flour.
Chapter completed!